Wishes of At-Risk Youth to be Planted July 10

The following wishes were written by at-risk youth and the staff who care for them at run away shelters, detentions centers and group homes. The first section are some of the wishes we will be planting July 10, at 10am, in the Crossroads Story Center Wish Planting ceremony. There are many more that were not put on the list since they were similar to others.

If you are joining us for this ceremony we will read a few of these out loud before planting them and add some of our own. If you cannot join us please take some time to send a silent wish and prayer for yourself and for these young people who need our mentoring, guidance and love to survive, flourish and make their dreams come true.

Wish Planting Ceremony July 10, 2011

I wish to be a good father when my daughter is born in March.

I want to be a successful carpenter when I get older.

No more worries.

Cherish my family...become an occupational therapist

I wish I could own a Bent car and a trillion dollars soon.

I want my kids to have abetter life than me.

To find someone who will always be there, care for me, and love me forever and never hurt me.

I wish that I could be a football or basketball (star).

I wish my life would get better.

To become a pediatrician.

I want to have $1,000,000.

My life will be everything I hope for.

I want to be the richest man on earth.

I wish to be like you.

I wish for a mother.

True love with a man, an established career in whatever God sees me in and ministry God sees in me, healing for my mother and father physically and mentally.

That I would stop cutting.

For employment.

For O......to have a good life, behave and not end up like me.

For my mother to overcome her addictions.

M & B to grow to be fabulous people.

I wish I could have all the homeless cats off the streets.

That one day I can forgive all the people that hurt me and will hurt me.

That there was a dad and he wasn’t always rude and I would be discharged to him.

Street Race.

Dog.

Go home for good.

To find the strength in myself to do what I want to do most...to finish what I start.

Become Male Super Model of the World!

For someone to love me through all the hard times and all the fights we will have.

To see my grandpa again after he died and my hope is to see him again for one more day and him to be my guardian angel.

I wish my mommy be okay and everyone and everything be okay.

My family to prosper.

I dream about a world where I’m perfect. I wish to be a mermaid (never seen, never heard.)

I wish with all my heart I would make something out of myself.

Me and my aunt to get along.

I wish all the people I know who passed away, including my dad, would come back to life again.

My wish is for A..... to have a happy healthy life filled with the richness of friends and family and to always follow her passion.

For all these young ladies to live as leaders in their adult life.

I wish I can be a rapper. I dream to be a nurse someday.

To volunteer more, to help homeless people.

To go to college and have a prosperous and successful life.

I wish for my sister to realize that I love her and I don’t wanna lose her. I want my sister back.

To have a family I can trust...

I won’t be lonely anymore.

To go far with my music.

All children young and old to get loved and nurtured.

To be a positive force to help others achieve their dreams.

To be a great famous singer.

Pass my GED.

To get the apartment I want and grow and learn and be creative there.

God, please guide me through this life of mine and please save a place for me in Heaven above.

To be happy, successful, and married. Just want to have a good life. Prove people wrong.



Wish Planting Ceremony September 22, 2007

These are all the wishes and dreams from young people since 1997. Some are descriptions of themselves and others are things they wish to keep safe or what is sacred to them.


I am special because I am smart and funny and I am patient, kind, and caring.

My wish is to lose 35 pounds between now and August.

Loyalty

I want to keep my respect.

Spiritual

I need to get off probation.

Sky Dive

Have a relationship with my stepdad.

To become a famous model.

Communication and trust.

I wish that I can make something great out of myself and be able to make the right decisions.

I would like to be successful at being myself and to beloved for who I am.

I wish to be a successful actress and never get in trouble again.

I wish I can meet my real father.

I am special because I love those who don't love.

I wish I could home for Christmas.

Keep my kids safe and healthy.

A Musician.

My dignity.

Some money.

To go home.

I wish to go home and live with my mom again within the next 4 months.

Personality.

To succeed, not fail.

I wish to be a millionaire.

For my mom to be alive again.

Have a boyfriend.

Be real. Get rid of all the haters. Grow up, go to college. Get a good job. Be successful. Be true. Find a true and faithful man.

Love, joy, truth, to be with Nesha 4ever.

To be successful at whatever I am doing.

To conquer my eating disorder.

I never want to get caught when I run.

I wish I could be home with my mom and control my behavior and be happy.

I wish that my brother was still alive.

Zest for life.

I am special because I really see what is good in others.

I am special because I have 2 eyes, 2 thumbs, 8 fingers, 10 toes, and two ears.

Get breast implants.

I would keep my beliefs and my dignity.

I am special because I am beautiful.

Get a job.

I am special because I have lots and lots of talents and I'm respectful and I like cheering people up and I look good.

I am special because I am different.

I wish I can be on my own.

All I can say is I want people to see my inner beauty and my fine hearted soul. I didn't want them to see my other side and say that person is bad and poorly presented.

I would like to start a business.

Honesty.

I'm special because I am a unique intelligent individual that wants the best for myself and has a lot to offer the world around me.

Family.

Privacy.

My memories.

My life.

To please my father in every possible way so we can be happy.

My baby.

I wish I live long and forever.

Determination and willpower.

Sense of myself.

I wish I could get a good education and graduation, get married and have kids.

Robert Craig RIP. I will never forget, I will always love him.

My mind.

The memory of my grandmother.

Me and my family to lead healthy lives.

Pride.

To be able to talk to each other and to still be close. How we used to be in a different kind of way. With more understanding.

I wish to live wealthy and my family to stay safe.

I wish my grandma could come back soon.

Help me stay away from my mom and let me stay on my own.

Innocense.

My son.

I want to keep all my trust and wisdom safe.

Mother and son.

My dads ring, my mom's love, my sister's love, my family's love.

Sex.

My dream is undreambale so I won't say.

My heart and virtue.

Humbleness, life and relationship

My wish is that I find peace and happiness.

I wish I could have a little girl, but after I get married.

I want people to see a mature Christian.

I hope that my life will help others in need.

All of my 100% heart and soul. Always keep a little bit so if your relationship ever ends you won't get hurt so bad.

I wish and dream that one I could become a singer and become famous.

Generous, caring, but strong.

Guidance from the master builder.

Sacrifice nothing.

Wish my dad will become a better dad. I hope I will fix my relationship with my mom. I want to finish college.

I hope I will get out of Hopevale and stay out of here and someday become rich and famous.

My real mom and dad.

100,000,000,000,000

I wish for my family to do well I life and friends.

Keep my bookies all safe and make my mom happy.

I want my grandma to live to see me turn 21.

Be happy, loved, trustworthy, healthy, good, kind, sweet.

Money, power, respect.

The one I desire most is my dad, he was my life, my world and my happiness.

My dad to get and stay healthy, and for me to live a clean and sober life

Self-esteem and money

Everything my good Savior Jesus has given- especially my family..

Quiet time an seclusion.

I want to be a happy person.

Everything.

My dream is to become a lawyer.

When I get out of here I want to stay sober and actually make something of myself.

I want people to see that I have love and I will always share and always be faithful to others.

What ever they want to think about me.

Safety and role models.

I want people to see that I am a nice person.

I wish to be a successful woman and achieve all the right goals in life.

Personal problems.

Money.

To always have the courage to tackle any obstacle that may cross my path.

My wish I to be free and to get along with others.

I want to love myself more.

I hope that someday my life will get batter for me and my life will get back on track.

To be an important figure of authority.

A racing career. Shena RIP. Old parents/life. Joe. The body we have. My brother Ben. My uncle. To see my family.

Well, I wish that one day I could c what I want to c and one day c a successful person with a man who loves me.

I want to keep sacred to see my sister and New York State.

I hope and wish and pray that my love for my boyfriend grows and grows and that we get married and have children. Also that my sister and me start to get along.

Sabrina & Brandon.

Family and more jobs.

I would like to meet the love of my life and if I already have, I want to be with him.

Love.

For God to give me for my girls.

I have a dream to become an OBGYN. To marry Ray Quan Wells and to have a large loving family of my own.

I wish my mom would just be a healthy as I am and walk good.

A better life for me and my new family to be.

I wish that I would never hate my mother.

My relationship with my sister.

My dream is to become a famous fashion designer. I wish to find my one true love.

Acceptance.

My mom's salt and pepper shakers.

I broke a vase, it was so pretty. I got in trouble. There was pieces missing!

A figurine that my mother gave me.

My ex boyfriend.

I need them to see inside of me a nice kind person, trying to make people comfortable and happy with me.. To see that they could find their soulmate that could be there with them for the rest f their life.

I wish I could see my mom again!

I wish Demario wasn't killed.

Peace.

I will want to keep my daughter.

I will not tell when I got raped.

Personal values.

My step dad.

Penis

Weed and Joint

My full feeling exmaterial

My mother, my brother jamad, Uncle Jamie and all my -all my sisters-

Polite, trustworthy, nice, honest, my virginity, no cheating.

She never told my “trust” mom that I did two crazy things. I'm willing to keep my aunt.

My dream is to touch somebody's life , even if just for a moment. I hope that one day I will have a profound impact on the way people view life.

I hope that my kids & brothers & sisters make the right choices throughout life & don't end up where I did.

Wishing Planting Ceremony July 9

Whenever I do a Crossroads residency with At-Risk Youth, our activities culminate with a celebration of their accomplishments. They each share their stories and I tell on also. Then, their wishes are collected in a round basket and we "break bread" which is usually more like pigging out on pizza or ice cream! I make the promise not to throw their dreams away when the basket becomes full, and not to burn them either. Instead, I make the promise that we will plant their wishes in the garden. We end up doing this once every year or two, usually in my garden under the prayer tree. This time we are very fortunate that the runaway shelter has offered to let us use their garden and we are opening it to the public. See below for the deatils on date, time and location.

We begin with an explanation as above and the story. We create a sacred space. Each participant will be invited to read aloud one or two of the youths' wishes and make one of their own if they would like. These slips of paper are placed in the ground and this year we are planting a perrenial on top of the wishes along with a marker of some kind. I hope you can join us and help make these wishes come true.

You are invited to the Crossroads Story Center Wish Planting Ceremony, Saturday July 9, 10am at the Compass House Runaway Shelter 370 Linwood Ave, Buffalo NY. We will honor and plant the wishes of area teens along with a new perennial for their garden. Please come help us celebrate and keep an important promise to these youth, never to let their dreams die and to help them grow.

Lessons from Mom

This weekend marks one year since Mom passed away. Losing people right before Christmas isn't new to me. I lost my little sister to a brain tumor almost fifty years ago on December 13 and my mother's mother died just before Christmas. Since this year was a year of much loss, my dog, my mom, and my dad plus a battle with breast cancer, this weekend doesn't seem particularly troubling. But I do want to honor the woman who gave me life and comforted and supported me right up to her end. She was generous to a fault, a martyr on behalf of her family, creative, humorous and loved by many. I can tell many stories about Mom, not all flattering, she was human after all, but there are a handful of things that stand out and are always near and dear to me.

One thing I recall from my childhood was summertime. I never got bored. Mom always had ideas of things we could do, there were chores, and she made sure we spent almost the entire day outside. There were summer Kool Aid stands, back in the days when you had to mix it yourself with water and sugar. We had to use the spigot on the side of the house to avoid coming and going inside all the time. And there were a couple years of summer carnivals. I never join the official groups that raised money for children's charities but we did send the money to the needy. My parents bought me a magic set and I learned the tricks so I could be the carnival magician and one of my friends and I also gave singing performances, using the ends of a jump rope for our microphone. But the best ideas were Mom's.

Mom came up with this plan for us to hide on the front porch with bags full of candy, like miniature Tootsie Rolls. The neighborhood kids would pay to "go fish" and throw their lines up over the rail where we would attach their prizes. Mom also got dressed like a clown, brought the bathroom scale out to the yard, and guessed weights. She was never afraid to make a fool of herself, and she never did. She was a divine clown.

Yet another thing I remember about mom was that she was both creative and thrifty. One year we didn't have enough money for Christmas. Mom showed us how to make our gifts and we sat with her and made every ornament that went on the tree that year. I loved that so much that in my older years, the first tree I had as an adult was decorated with handmade ornaments of my own. And Mom taught me to sew. She made every outfit for my dolls and the furniture for my Barbie doll house.

One last thing I'll tell you, I never in my entire life came home to an empty house. Mom worked during the lean years, but she was always home before we arrived, at least until I was in High School. In my junior and senior years, she worked in a pizzeria and hired me to work with her.

Five Lessons from Mommy

1. The More the Merrier: you can never have too many friends or too many helping hands. Never ever leave anyone out.

2. Forgive and Forget: Let the old stuff go. Forgive those who hurt you. If they make amends, get on with your relationship. If they don't, just move on. But never hold a grudge.

3. There is always someone who needs it more than you do: Get over yourself. There are not that many things in life that really matter except family and how we treat others.

4. You'll Be Better Before You Get Married: whatever your pain is, realize that it is temporary and it won't last forever.

5. Whatever You Want to Do, You Can Do: she believed in us and taught us to believe in ourselves. If we set our minds to it, there isn't anything we can't do.

Mommy, I miss you everyday. I know the last couple years were hard on you and you are now resting more comfortably. You are with my sister and Dad, and I've sent the children of friends who have passed for you to comfort because you loved children so much. Someday we'll all be together again, but for now watch over us and help me continue to live the life you wanted, the life you gave me. Love you Mom.

Bullying and Storytelling

I've been asked to present a storytelling session on anti-bullying to grades 7-12. Currently, I have a program called Walking the Line: Becoming an Ambassador for Change, which incorporates the message of anti-bullying, community involvement, and legacy building. I have presented that workshop to younger children, grades K-5, along with a teacher training workshop. My programs for older students usually have more to do with self-empowerment and I think that goes nicely hand-in-hand with stopping bullying.

Before you can work with someone on bullying, you need to understand what it is.

The Bully:
Many times the bully is not intentionally setting out to harm someone in the way we might plan ahead to go grocery shopping. The bully often has many internal issues that act out as bullying. Are there bullies who plan actions ahead? Yes. But it isn't so much that they wake up and ask "Who can I make miserable today?" It is more that they wake up and ask "How can I be successful today?" You see, most bullies are very weak. They lack self-esteem, perhaps even lack self-confidence, they are not really leaders (they lack leadership training), they do not like to be alone or act alone, they thrive on having followers, and they lack empowerment skills. The secret is what is lacking for them more than "evil" intent. Therefore asking someone to not be a bully is like asking them not to breathe. They need to learn to channel that energy and how to interact with others successfully. They need to build up self-esteem so that instead of seeing everyone as against them or better than them and being jealous, they will be happy for the successes of others. In other words, we need to get them to a point of feeling so good about themselves, what others do won't matter.

The Victim:
In some cases the victim may be like the bully. The victim may be weak and lacking in self-esteem making them easy prey for a bully who is looking for someone to push down. But unlike the bully, victims often start out feeling good about themselves in some way. The bully will look for that strength and over time take little pieces of it until the victims no longer have that strength to hold them up. On the other hand, some victims are the opposite of the bully, very strong, happy and giving which can make them vulnerable. Think of the legend of the dragon. It always has some soft spot under its scaly armor. That is the spot the bully looks for and in a strong victim it is usually easy to find because of their openness and willingness to share.

Bully and victim have a symbiotic relationship. Neither can exist without the other, and therein lies the key to stopping bullying. We have to work from both ends, helping the bully become a better person and the victim to ignore the bully. It is not enough to say "It isn't nice to bully people." Everyone will nod "yes" even the bully.

Instead we need to identify the bullies early and begin channeling all that negative energy into positive actions. Make them leaders, give them responsibilities, teach them to manipulate for the good of others rather than to puff themselves up.

In fact, I would go so far as to say that quite a few bullies could potentially have been victims instead, perhaps even victims of domineering adults. What made the difference? What turned a potential or actual victim into a bully? Success. As soon as they found someone weaker than themselves and were able to make that person react to them, they were successful. And that is what the bully craves most, success.

As far as the victims go, I still firmly believe that we should teach all children from a very young age that they can fail without being less than who they are, that they can laugh at their own failings and flaws, and that they can shrug off the stuff that is unimportant in life. That means we have to teach them what is important in life. And it doesn't hurt to throw in a few incantations such as "I am rubber, you are glue. What you say bounces off me and sticks to you."

So where does storytelling play into this. Why are more and more people asking storytellers to tell stories about bullying? Simply because if we tell people not to bully and it isn't nice they will all nod "yes" but they don't really get the message until they themselves have been placed in the situation. And what responsible adult is going to place a child in a situation where they can be bullied just to feel how it is? A storyteller will. Yes, I did say that and here's why.

In a story the characters go through the actions of bully and/or victim on behalf of the children. While the children are listening, if there is any spark of innocence or guilt or conscience in those children, the story will show them that they really want the good guy to triumph. Why? Because they want to triumph. And the bullies? Well they may want the story-bully to win but guess what? They won't. Message received, no lectures made, story comes back to the surface whenever the children need it. And the listener has been there and felt everything the characters felt all under the guidance of a storyteller who watches their reactions.

The more stories we give children, the more they have in their arsenal to assist and guide them the rest of their lives.

So all of that said, I am going to tell stories already in my empowerment repertoire but with framing statements and questions that will guide the listeners to the anti-bullying messages in the story. And I may leave the teachers with a few things for follow-up with their students. I always like cause and effect activities, where students get to play "what if" with a story.

Sir Gawain and Dame Ragnell, what if he had chided her, teased her instead of being honorable toward her? How would that have effected his knighthood and her life?

Scar Face Girl, why was she the only one who could see the mighty warrior Strong Wind?

Vasalisa, who were the bullies in the story? Was the witch a bully? How do we determine who is a bully and who is really just motivating us?

The Wooden Sword, why was the poor cobbler able to overcome the tests of the king without falling to pieces?

I think these are good questions and good stories for this program.

The program is Wednesday and was booked pretty late for me to create anything new. If I have time I may work up one of the children's stories I tell with younger children and update it, modernize and make it appropriate for older children. That is the story of the Ugly Duckling.

A Moth to the Flame by Lorna MacDonald Czarnota

October is National Domestic Violence Month. Abuse can be physical, emotional or financial. Bullying is abuse. Stand Up Against Abuse. Hotline numbers follow this story.
No portion of this original story may be recorded in any form without permission from the author. You have permission to tell it to someone who needs to hear this story as long as you give me credit.

The door creaked loudly on its hinges when Becki stepped from the bedroom into the living. She froze, hoping Jeff didn’t wake. The only other sound was the hiss of the television that had gone off the air an hour earlier. She could see Jeff sprawled on the living sofa in a drunk. He didn’t wake.

Becki crossed the living room floor toward the door. Her foot kicked an empty whiskey bottle. She looked at him. When Jeff was sleeping he looked childlike, innocent. Maybe she should stay. Then she tasted blood. No. There were too many pieces missing. She buried dollar bills she had taken from Jeff’s top dresser drawer into her pocket, clutched her satchel to her chest, put her hand on the doorknob and stepped into the night.

A light rain had begun to fall as Becki walked the six blocks to the bus depot. She was soaked clean through and thought it was like a Baptism. A man carrying a sleeping child held the door for his wife and Becki inched past them. Inside there weren’t many travelers, just one or two waiting for their buses to arrive. There was a little woman behind the ticket counter, Becki almost didn’t see her. Her hair was all wrapped up in a turbanlike bandana and Becki couldn’t tell what color it was. The woman looked ancient to Becki. She shoved her money across the counter.

"I need a ticket."

"Where to?" the little woman at the ticket counter asked.

Becki thought "Any place as long as it's not here."
Then she realized Jeff would have a headache in the morning from all the whiskey he drank. He was going to need her. She grabbed the money and turned to leave. That’s when the door to the office opened.

Becki turned and saw the woman standing in the doorway surrounded in golden light. "My name is Mildred, won't you come in?"

Becki didn't know why she entered, but she did. She expected an office, grey and furnished with gray metal desk and chair, cigarette marred and ugly. Instead, she found herself in a orange and yellow kitchen with a chrome and formica table and chairs. She sat, and before she knew it, Mildred placed a steaming cup of tea in her hands, then pulled out the chair and sat across from Becki.

"You gonna tell me how you hurt yerself?" Mildred's aging voice asked as she pointed to Becki's broken lip. Becki wanted to tell her she ran into a door, but instead she told Mildred her story.

I never knew my pa. He left when I was little. But mama found herself another good-looking man, he was a traveling salesman. He was good to us, wasn't around much but when he come home he'd bring us gifts. Only one day it changed. He lost... customers and became angry. Now he was around more and the arguing started. One night I heard a loud thud and when mama come from the bedroom she was crying and her eye was bad, bruising.

I cried out "Mama, what happened?"

She replied "I ran into a door."

One night my ma must have run into a big door because her lips was bleeding. I ran to her and threw my arms around her waist.

"Mama?" I cried.

Pa was really angry that night and I could tell he'd been drinking. He grabbed me and threw me against the wall. I heard a crack and felt a pain run up my arm, like I never felt before.

My mama stepped between me and pa. Her face was red with anger, her eyes were fixed on his. "Don't you ever, ever touch my girl!"

He picked up the first thing he could find and slammed it on my mama's head, then he ran out the door.

Mama dried my eyes. "Baby girl, I'm gonna take you to the hospital. But you gotta promise, if the doctors ask what happened to your arm. You tell them you fell down the stairs. If you don't they'll take your pa away, and I love him Baby, I do. He's just on some hard times. He don't mean nothing by it. You'll see.

Well, when the doctors asked, I told them "I fell down the stairs and Mama hurt herself trying to help me.

Pa didn't come home again, and that was good riddance. Things got a lot better.

Before I knew it I was all grown up and in high school. That’s where I met Jeff. He was captain of the high school football team and a good looking man. When he stood on the field in his jersey, he took my breath away.

He used to tell me, "One of these days Becki we’re gonna get out of this town. We’ll get married, have a house, a couple cars and you can even have a kid or two if you like."

Wasn’t that nice of Jeff?

Well, we did get married but we never left. And we didn’t get a house or cars, and no kids yet thank goodness. I took a job and then two jobs. Jeff had to stay close to the phone you know, in case one of them scouts called. I’d do anything for Jeff. He was a fine player, but no calls come in. He sat and sat by the phone. I tried to tell him he needed to find work and he promised. It was always, "Just one more day Becki, the big ones coming, one more day."

And then Jeff was out with his baby brother. They went to a game and had been drinking, tried driving but ran off the road. Nathan didn’t make it and Jeff never forgave himself for that, even though his own elbow was shattered and there was no hope of football in his future. That’s when the drinking started. He was drunk most of the time. I begged him to get help but that only made him angry.

Now, Jeff was never really a patient man but when he was drinking it was worse. When he wanted something, he wanted it now. One night I come home late from working my second job. The house was dark and Jeff was just sitting in the chair a bottle of beer in his hand, empties everywhere.

"Where you been?" he asked.

"Jeff, you know I been at my job."

"Don’t mouth at me. I’m hungry, you left me without supper."

I started to say something when Jeff just leapt from his chair pushed me against the wall with his hand around my throat and began to squeeze. His beer breath was in my face "You get my supper and you get it quick or I’m gonna wring your neck."

Becki drew a breath and hung her head. "I ran into a lot of doors after that.

When Becki finished her story, Mildred rose without a word and set a candle on the table. She walked to the window and opened it a crack, then switched off the lights. That bright orange and yellow kitchen was plunged into darkest. Becki jumped at the suddenness of it. Mildred struck a match and lit the candle, then sat across from Becki.

In only a matter of moments a small moth flew through the open window. It circled around Becki’s head then dove into the fire. Becki watched as its wings curled and it died. Another moth flew into the room and as with the first, did somersaults overhead and dove into the fire. Now Becki looked and through the corner of her eye she could see many moths lining the window, beating their wings against the glass, fighting to get in. She watched as a third moth circled overhead but before it could dive, with hands much too quick for such an old woman, Mildred reached up and caught it. She held the moth in her fist, its wings beating against her fingers and held her closed fist toward Becki.

"What do you think, this moth is gonna do when I open my hand." Her words were soft and measured.

Becki closed her eyes then looked at Mildred. "Let it fly, just let it fly."

But when the old ticket taker opened her hand, the moth did what moths do. It flew into the fire and died. Mildred reached across the table and took both of Becki’s hands in hers and closed her fists around them. "Now, what are you gonna do?"

Becki slid her hands away. She pulled the dollars from her pocket and push them toward Mildred. Then she took a breath and blew out the candle.

Some information on abuse:
It isn’t easy to leave an abusive situation.
If the abuse is or can become physical the first 24 to 48 hours are very dangerous.
Seek safe shelter.
Do not go back, you do not deserve abuse.
It is hard to leave abuse when it is all you know, it somehow validates the victim and woman often return again. Sometimes this leads to their death.

Abusers are not necessarily bad people and this makes it easy for them to hide their illness. It is often why victims stay, because they really do love the abuser not the abuse. But people who abuse do need to get help and the victim is not the one to do it.

Children raised in abusive environments often seek that in adulthood because it is what they know. But we can and must change the cycle.

The national domestic abuse hotline is: 1.800.799.SAFE (7233) 1.800.787.3224 (TTY)

The Empty Cage

Copyright©Czarnota 2010
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The Empty Cage
An Original Story

In all the discussions of at-risk youth and story for healing, we should not lose sight of our compassion for the mother who has lost her child to the wilderness, and she should show kindness to herself also. The following story was written for my friend whose daughter ran away, leaving two more teens still living at home. All three children were adopted and their new parents always had, and still have, great hopes for them.
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One day a young woman walked through the woods to fetch berries. She had a small basket over her arm that swung merrily to and fro. As the woman neared a woodland pond, she heard the unmistakable chirping of young birds nearby. Sure enough, three tiny, downy soft baby birds came toddling out of the bushes and gathered around her feet.

“Where is your mother?” asked the woman softy. She looked here and there in the underbrush. She found an abandoned nest and the young birds continued to chirp loudly.

“You’re hungry little ones,” she said as she took plump berries from the basket to feed them. They eagerly devoured them.

Gently, the young woman tucked each birdling into the pockets of her apron and carried them home.

“They have no one,” she told her husband. “Can’t we care for them?”

The couple had no children and the husband was enamored of the young birds too. “Yes,” he replied smiling. “We can keep them. Tomorrow I will make a beautiful cage that they will be safe and comfortable.”

The next morning dawned crisp and bright. Before the woman rose from sleep, her husband busied himself in his work shed. All morning she heard pounding, sanding, and scraping until at last he emerged holding a lovely cage. It was delicate, but sturdy and carved with intricate designs of the forest.

“Oh, how wonderful!” his wife exclaimed as she hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek. “What a fine place to live.”

She searched the warm place behind the kitchen stove and found the little chicks cuddled together. “Come my precious ones and see your new home.”

The birds were placed in the cage and the door was closed carefully behind them. They looked splendid, happy, and safe.

Every day the young couple admired their charges. They spoke to them, fed them, and kept them clean and warm. Every day the young chicks grew. Finally, they were no longer babies. They had grown into beautiful adolescents. Their soft down was replaced with larger feathers in many colors. The young birds loved their home and the couple, but as the days went by they longed for the life they saw beyond the cage walls. They could see the sunshine and the forest through the window. They could smell the fresh breezes of a new spring. The oldest of the three longed so much that her heart was breaking. One night, she made good her escape.

Oh, the next morning was frantic. “Husband! Husband,” cried the woman. “One of our children is missing!”

Running into the room, the man saw it was so. His wife broke into tears and he wiped a few away himself.

“What are we to do, Husband?”

“Take joy in the two who are left to us, Wife. Perhaps the other will return.”

The man made certain the cage door would not open again. He wrapped it with wire, tighter than before, but it was not to keep the second or third young one from leaving. They were determined to find a way, and one morning the cage lay completely empty.

The couple was sad. The woman’s heart longed for their soft chirping and the touch of their soft wings, but mostly her heart yearned to have someone for whom to care. With a great heaviness in her heart, the young mother walked through the wood, hoping to catch a glimpse of them. They were nowhere to be seen. Yet, she never gave up hope. Years passed and daily she walked through the forest, cage in hand. Until one day, she heard them. In the trees above her head, she heard them singing near the pond.

“Oh Our Mother, how we love you. Oh Our Father, how we love you. Thank you for our lives and love. Thank you for all you have done. You were always near. We are always here.”

The woman sat hard upon the ground. She was surprised and amazed by their words. She stood and held up the cage. She swung it once, twice, three times over her head and threw it into the pond.

Now every day an old woman walks through the woods and listens. Sometimes the wood is silent, but sometimes she hears birds singing.

“We are always here.”

And she knows her children are safe and happy. What more does a mother ask.

Living the Fairy Tale Life

I find myself currently contemplating the meaning of "Living a Fairy Tale life." No happy ending until the main character goes through the struggle and overcomes the wicked character(s). We often only see the end of the story in others and say to ourselves, "Wish I had that life." We seldom consider what they had to do or go through to ...get there. Very significant and is becoming a major part of my work.

A friend replied to the comments above as follows: "I often wonder at the back story of the wicked character. How did they get that way? Is there really no hope for redemption for them? Could not the conflict have been arbitrated better than by a woodcutter's axe, a hot oven or a bucket of water?
And, if I'm in a Fairy Tale Life, how do I know I'm not the wicked character?"

True. I am thinking about that also. I think the "good" character is just an average person doing what average people do and trying to do his or her best, but no matter what that character does in the story, the other characters aren't happy.

Cinderella, for example. She does everything she is asked to do and yet her step-family is not satisfied. It would seem that the step-family will not be satisfied until they destroy all that Cinderella embodies. I think many people can relate to her dilemma and I don't think anyone, except for wicked people would consider her wicked. But yes, there is that question of what made the step-family wicked in this story. That we must leave up to our imaginations and how each of us would create that story.

Relating it to real life, we can see that there are many reasons people become that way; childhood abuse, trauma, mental illness. Bullying, substance abuse, and other "wicked" behaviors are symptoms not causes. And many times, the wicked cannot control their behaviors which related back to Gollum of yesterday's post, is why they deserve our pity but this does not mean we must endure their torture.